Not how she expects

It would be easy to push Riya over the edge. She had after all, been masturbating when I first found her, and it is becoming more and more apparent that my new tenant has a strong submissive nature. As I skillfully tease Riya towards her climax, I had time to consider why I was so optimistic about her as my new live-in lover compared to the other tenants I had after Alison left.

“Oh yes, Mr. Patterson!” Riya's grip tightens in my hair pulls me even harder against her clit. “It feels so good ...” Time for me to teach her an important lesson. I'm not in her room to please her, I'm here to get what I want. Just as she is about to cum, I pull away leaving her whimpering in frustration. “What? No, don't stop!”

“Apparently, Miss Kapadia, you are not the innocent angel you claim to be.” Before my young Indian housemate understands what is happening, I have her slender body pulled over my lap. Her face is pressed down onto her bed by my left while her long legs dangle off the other side with her toes just reaching the floor. Best of all, Riya's ass is right on my lap and my hand is already rubbing her smooth brown cheeks.

“You are a naughty little tease.” My hand comes down on her right cheek, not really hard, but firmly enough to make a sharp 'smack'. “You used this sexy ass to get what you wanted ... from a married man.” This time my hand lands on her left cheek, and because of the tight angle it hits on the inside just where her ass meets her thigh. Instead of protesting, Riya spreads her legs a little making it even easier for me to see her dripping pussy. “It's about time a man puts you in your place.”

“Yes, Mr. Patterson!” By this point I'm not even pretending to be spanking her ass, and my hand comes down right on her swollen labia causing her to 'yelp' in surprise and pain. “I'll be good, I swear!”

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, Sir. Please I want to cum!” I smack her pussy one more time and then roll her off my lap. The poor girl is as confused now as she was when I started spanking her.

“It's not my job to pleasure you.” I laugh at the stunned look on Riya's face. “If you want to cum, you do it yourself.” I tell her, but then when she hesitates as she realizes I intend to watch I give her an incentive. “I'll give you three minutes; after that I have things to do. If you can't get off by then, you'll have to wait until tomorrow.” I'm not sure if Riya believes me or not, but when she sees me look at the clock she starts fingering herself like she did when I first barged in. Her efforts though strike me as tentative at best.

“I'm not kidding around, Miss Kapadia.” I warn her. “You have a little over two minutes, and then I'll tie your hands to the bedposts and leave you to squirm all night long.”

“Oh, fuck!” The warning seems to do some good because the pace of her jilling almost doubles. “Please, Sir ... I don't know if I can.”

“Two minutes, you little tease.” I watch the second hand on her old-fashioned alarm clock tick a few more times. “That's what you get for claiming to be pure but not being able to prove it.”

“I am a virgin, Mr. Patterson. I promise you.”

Her motions get more and more wild as the next minute passes faster than either of us expected. Her whimper of frustration as I give her the one-minute warning almost makes me relent. On the other hand, it won't really do the Indian student any real harm to spend the night tied up, and it will make waking her in the morning much more interesting.